Monster’s Bride Read Online Stasia Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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Because holy Mary mother of God!

That. Feels. So. Good.

And you know what? These past few days have been stressful. And maybe it’s screwed up because he’s the one who made them so stressful. And I haven’t forgotten what he did—

But him eating me out in that amazing way I know he can, might just go a long way toward healing the gulf that’s opened up between us.

My hips buck up toward his mouth on his next heavy exhalation.

And then he’s on me. Like a voracious… well, beast.

Unlike me, his hands are most definitely not leashed. And he grabs my ass and drags my entire body up and into his mouth as he all but unhinges his jaw to begin devouring me. His inhumanly long tongue slips into my channel while he covers his long teeth with his lips and then bites down, putting pressure on my clit with his bite while he tongues straight to my G-spot.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, it’s like the world’s most insane head anyone could ever dream up.

And that’s all before he starts to suckle. A whine comes from my throat. I’ve forgotten how good this feels.

He mauls, sucks, and licks with that infuriatingly textured tongue until I’m arching my back in futility trying to get closer to him but unable to because of my tied limbs.

It’s so good, and still I want more.

I can’t even tell when I start to come, because the pleasure launches so high from the very start, as soon as he got his mouth on me. It’s like I’ve been coming the entire time.

Except wait, no, oh God, I think I’m coming now. I think this is— Oh my Jesus fuck, I think this is the orgasm that’s about to hit—

I scrabble and grip around the rope tying me to the bed because if I don’t hold onto something it feels like this orgasm is going to rip apart my body.

I howl a high-pitched scream and Abaddon growls and continues to loudly eat me out as the light of my orgasm tears through my chest outward to the tips of my toes. My legs shake, and shake, and shake with aftershocks.

“Another,” Abaddon lifts from between my legs long enough to demand, before descending again.

I start to shake my head but then my head bangs backward against the mattress, immediately screeching again the second his tongue lands on my sensitive, swollen clitoris and he starts sucking.

Within fifteen seconds, he’s brought me to the top of the mountain again.

And I’ve barely caught my breath, my heartbeat calmed down from racing like I’m competing at the Kentucky Derby, when he only rises long enough to declare, “Another.”

And then the shadow of his head drops back down. “I don’t think I can—”

Only to find my weak legs shaking with another orgasm moments later.

I think surely then, he’s finished. I can’t possibly come another time. My body can’t take anymore. Surely, my over-sensitized clit will give up the ghost now!

I assume Abaddon has finally seen the light and decided the same when not only his head rises from between my legs, but I glimpse his shoulders, too.

Until I realize he’s repositioning himself to get a better angle. I blink in confusion at all the different sensations of feeling him pry my ass cheeks apart and then his tongue is back, licking a long path from my clit, through my slit, all the way to my shy, dark little asshole.

“Abaddon!” I screech.

“That’s right,” his response comes from deep between my legs. “Get used to screaming my name.”

And then his strong, probing tongue is back at my anus.

It’s so wrong.

It’s so dirty.

The tips of his wings curve around us and begin to flutter against my clitoris, fast as a bird’s wings and angel-feather soft.

I squirt, I come so hard.

He chuckles, and the dark sound becomes the soundtrack to my next two orgasms. He eats my ass so good, and he pries me apart with his hands so he can get more of my darkest place. Promising when he comes up for breath, “I will fuck you here, soon. I will take all of you, and you will beg me for more.”

Shaking from a run of orgasms beyond what I could have ever imagined, I can only nod. Because in this moment, I want everything he can do to me.

And I pray, as I try to inhale, and shudder instead with yet another aftershock, that I won’t live to regret it.

The next morning, I wake up to Abaddon’s warmth at my side. It is a little awkward sleeping on my back with my limbs stretched out and tied up.

But frankly, he exhausted me so much with the nonstop orgasms, I fell asleep within two seconds and slept like a log.

Now, though, I’m awake. And my body feels shockingly… amazing.

Except I’m starving. And I have to pee.



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